Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Alone at last:

Dawn says goodbye, and Wilbut says hello!

When the FB pearl clutchers yank your two previous strips, you learn to play nicey-nice:

when in the back of your mind, you haven’t played anything but the usual:

Wilbur proposes an innovative (and ridiculous) scheme for auditioning singing partners:

The search for a karaoke partner goes on (or, “The Shortest Wilbur-centric Story Line Ever”):

Well, Wilbutt’s off to an evening of carousing and crooning…

GASP! Could it be?!??

And could Aunt Tildy? (It would be so much better than waiting hand-and-foot on her injured old wrestling husband, Count Andreyeaidntrv, or something like that.

…or Li’l Sara and her two imbecilic brothers! (This didn’t turn out any better when June allowed Rex to cook something.)

Okay, so it’s a drag we had to poison Candy the dog but it sure adds excitement to Rex and June’s dull lives!

“We paid for all these vet clinic sets, and we’re gonn USE them!”

Did she? Or didn’t she? I for one, do not care…

Whew! It looks like it’s all sunshine and rainbows and doggy-do bags at the Morgan Mansion again…

And it’s back to the hospital for Rex (“damn!” he thinks, “I’m always at the darn hospital!”)

…but it may the the last one for Mary!

It must be way past 5:30…6;00?!?? No wonder Mary’s cranky!

On the boredwalk…

Gosh, the Evansii rembered their second-string characters!

And it’s back to college, with the hell that is Stefani!

The plot thickens! (As much as it ever does in this comic…)

Luann continues to fantacize…

…but she’s really, really cranky!

There’d been a comment that (we all) wished…Karen Moy, the writer for “Mary Worth,” would come up with a new story. Well, we ARE living in he 21st Century, with all its technological advances…it can’t be that difficult, can it?

So back to the 1950’s, or whenever Mary think she’s living…

Hoo, boy! Somebody has the hangries!!!

You’re family here…or maybe just a couple of old farts…

Considering the rollicking, dynamic adventures covered in this last week…maybe Mary should’ve been aware unsavory experiences lurked ahead…

Thought we were gonna see the end of Keith and Co.? Yeah, right. (and we got a whole week of Toby, too!)

Well, we got rid of Keith and Toby…

There’s only so many hours in a day…

So here we are at the botanical gardens, with the memory of Keith Hillend and an incontinent dog…